creates blue zebras wearing freshwater pearl earrings
and druzy agate cameos of long necked turtles,
a whole alternative world full of impossibility
becomes possible, as possible as a noonday
total solar eclipse; perhaps not as probable.
Nevertheless. Adam’s last words? Imagination
tells me that they were: Boys, grow up now
and help your mammy take care of the garden
this side of paradise; it wasn’t all her fault
as I’ve lead you to believe, irregardless of what
god has to say about it. Whatsoever she says
is more probable than anything I’ve said.
She was present before we knew about good
and evil after all. And that zebra with the pearl
earrings, stop taunting her. This is her world too.
And every time mammy says [he had a few strong breathes
yet in him] Don’t give me no more of your backtalk sass!
I will hear it from above; boys, I know how to take care of sass.
I know more than zeus ever will.
Melva Sue Priddy